blowing clouds

Just as Lin Ji gradually broke through the barriers of his new family, Chen Xiyang, who was at school every day at three o'clock and one line, also ushered in the starting point of the turmoil in his life.

It was a boring afternoon, the students who had no classes and no partners were hiding in the dormitory, a group of boring gourds headed by Chen Xiyang were all buried in their books, only Xu Donghai was lying on the bed dangling his feet and listening to the Walkman, he was the most comfortable .

A knock on the door broke the calm, and a classmate from the foreign dormitory opened the door and came in with a head: "Donghai, I have your registered letter."

Xu Donghai, who was worried that he had nothing to do, yelled "Kite turn over" and jumped out of bed. He didn't expect to go there for a long time and didn't come back. When Chen Xiyang raised his head to rest his eyes, he carried a box of Jianlibao and knocked on the door humming And enter.

Chen Xiyang glanced at him sideways: "Win the lottery?"

"Almost!" Xu Donghai roughly tore open the cardboard box, ran around in the dormitory, and delivered goods to everyone, "Xiyang, brother, my moment of fame has finally arrived!"

Xu Donghai wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, and patted the cardboard box of the dead body. Chen Xiyang took a look and found that there was a brand new martial arts magazine on the box, but he still didn't understand: "What's the matter?" ? What name?"

"Look at this! It can be called the best-selling martial arts magazine in the country." Xu Donghai picked up the book and shook it back and forth, his handsome face was full of self-satisfaction, and he didn't want to be beaten. , unfortunately, it’s just me, I’m ashamed..."

The rest of the roommates were not very interested, but based on the canned Jianlibao in their hands, they all smiled and said hi. On the contrary, Chen Xiyang, who usually didn't give Xu Donghai the most face, became serious, and resisted not making a fuss. He took the magazine in his hand.

There are very few magazines in China that specialize in martial arts. Even if this is not the best-selling book, it is probably one of the best. It is full of short stories or serial novella. Xu Donghai really likes to write some things, but he did not expect to publish them for him. up.

Xu Donghai waited for a long time but did not wait for a flattery, even Chen Xiyang just stared at the cover in a daze, a little anxious: "You should open it and have a look, and give me more valuable opinions."

Chen Xiyang looked back at the box of drinks: "The manuscript fee shouldn't be too much. Is there any left over after buying the drinks?"

"It's so vulgar," Xu Donghai put on airs, "If we have a happy event, let's celebrate with our classmates, what do we care about money? And this is just the beginning. When I gradually become famous, I will publish my own. A long story, maybe it will be as famous as Mr. Cha in the future!"

Chen Xiyang shook his head and sneered: "Fortunately, you don't pay taxes for bragging, otherwise your family's status as a landlord will decline."

Xu Donghai has long been used to his bad words, so he doesn't care, he smiled and said: "Anyway, I will be able to support myself more or less in the future... I have to say this, look at the students in our liberal arts school. Some students insist on doing some miscellaneous odd jobs, which is called a work-study program. You are from the Faculty of Arts, and if you want to help your parents reduce the burden, you should go to the grid. Are you going to go to college if you want to work?"

"You were lucky enough to get some grades, so you started pointing out the country?" Chen Xiyang seemed disgusted, but other thoughts popped up in his heart.

It is rare for Xu Donghai to become his confidant: "Xiyang, you read as many books as I do, and your grades are also top-notch in the class. Why don't you give it a try? Not to mention how famous you are, at least you are a liberal arts student. Can't people not post something?"

Chen Xiyang was indeed moved, but he was neither for fame nor for making money, let alone for the dignity of the so-called liberal arts students, but...

"Tell me, if I become a writer in the future, will I be more comfortable? At least I won't have to deal with people of all kinds of religions?" Chen Xiyang seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be asking Xu Donghai's thoughts.

Xu Donghai took it for granted as the latter: "You can't say that, writers can't always avoid the hustle and bustle, if you don't experience life and don't contact people, how can you get inspiration? But relatively speaking, there must be more time to write It’s more comfortable to be alone.”

Chen Xiyang nodded slowly, not knowing how much he listened to.

"Just nod!" Xu Donghai stepped forward with a smile, and slapped Chen Xiyang on the shoulder, "We will guide each other in the future, and the future is sure to be limitless!"

Chen Xiyang pushed his arm away coldly: "I don't necessarily write martial arts."

"If you don't write martial arts, then don't write it. Anyway, the article is natural, and the wonderful pen is found by chance. In the final analysis, it is the same." Xu Donghai rubbed his wrist and shook his head to show off.

Chen Xiyang snorted and ignored him, sometimes he felt as if he and Xu Donghai were talking about cross talk in the dormitory.

Chen Xiyang, who had been wasting his days all this time, seemed to have suddenly found his way. Even in class, he was a little distracted, often biting the cap of his pen and staring at the blank paper for a long time.He read martial arts works out of pure interest. When he really wanted to start writing, his mind was not about swords, swords and shadows, but some very vague shadows, similar to the luxuriant mountains blowing in the spring breeze or the withered yellow bamboos gradually falling with the autumn wind. leaf.

He seems to have a lot of emotions that he wants to put on the tip of his pen, but he can't write. Those seemingly fleeting feelings are playing peek-a-boo with him every day.Suddenly, the bell at the end of the last class of the week interrupted his contemplation. He got up like a puppet, packed his things, and went home.

Perhaps it was because of this absent-mindedness that he was not at all surprised when he entered the door and saw the wonderful scene of Lu Yan rolling the skin and chopping the stuffing. Instead, he stood blankly at the door, looking at each other with six eyes.

Chen Li, who was sitting in front of the stove peeling melon seeds, looked over with a smile: "You look stupid? Come in quickly, don't interfere with the two of them cooking."

Seeing Chen Xiyang enter the room, Chen Li happily waited for his son to ask him. He even prepared melon seeds in advance, but Chen Xiyang went straight back to his room without looking at him.

Chen Li glanced at Lin Ji who was looking over, and then at Chen Xiyang's closed bedroom door. For a while, he couldn't even tell which of them was new to this house.

Naturally, Chen Xiyang didn't get angry or play cool on purpose. After entering the room, he threw down his schoolbag and took out the pen and manuscript paper. Instead of pampering the novel that had been idle for a week, he sat at the small desk and continued to grab mischievous inspiration.

At this moment, Chen Xiyang's heart became very quiet, the sound of Chen Li peeling melon seeds became a rhythm, the sound of chopping stuffing and the movement of the rolling pin hitting the chopping board also brought a certain rhythm, these sounds that should have played a disturbing role were not After losing Ge, countless unprecedented feelings instantly filled Chen Xiyang's mind.He clearly heard the sound of the dumpling being thrown into the pot, and the tip of the pen also poured out a line of neat small letters on the white paper.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, no matter whether he would still feel this way after this moment passed, at least he recorded his true thoughts at this moment.

A gust of wind swept into the window, lingering around Chen Xiyang's ears, as if he couldn't wait to hear his heartfelt voice, and he was not afraid of the mouthless breeze leaking the secret, in a place where neither his parents nor Lin Ji could see, he smiled softly, It was as if nothing had happened for the past nearly 18 years.

However, this kind of novelty, or stimulation, was fleeting, and Chen Xiyang's mind quickly became peaceful, and he also firmly engraved this feeling that seemed to mean enlightenment and enlightenment in his heart.Chen Xiyang relived this similar feeling only twice afterwards, one time when he inhaled the first puff of cigarettes, and another time long after Hong Kong's handover.

Although Lu Yan doesn't know the reason, she can see the relaxation and joy in Chen Xiyang's heart from Chen Xiyang's calm eyes when eating. Some of the brilliance of motherhood, but this beautiful misunderstanding is good for the family.

After eating, Lin Ji went out with Chen Li's cart as usual, but Chen Xiyang, like a wealthy young man, did not go with him, nor helped his wife wash the dishes, but returned to the bedroom quickly, continuing to savor and swim in his thoughts a feeling of.

When Chen Li and Lin Ji went home talking and laughing, the first complete work of Chen Xiyang's life was just finished. He ignored the movement outside the house, picked up the thin piece of paper and read it back and forth several times , I suddenly understood why the ancients said that Gu Ying felt sorry for himself.

I don't know whether this short half-page paper should be considered as a novel or an essay. In short, Chen Xiyang was very satisfied. When Chen Li brought Lin Ji into the room, the corners of his mouth even slightly curled up.

But his father looked at the mat on the floor and frowned: "I've wanted to talk about you for a long time, and it's not too hot now, so don't let Ah Ji continue to sleep on the floor, understand?"

Chen Xiyang seemed to have no idea about this kind of thing, he nodded without any other choice, and once again began to appreciate his masterpiece.

Seeing that Chen Xiyang picked up the pen again, and began to correct every flaw with blame. Time slipped away quickly while he was not paying attention, and the night was getting dark before he knew it. Lin Ji, who had been lying quietly for a long time, finally looked up at him : "Aren't you sleeping, bro?"

Chen Xiyang glanced back at him. At this moment, all the not-so-deep thoughts in his heart about Lin Ji disappeared, replaced by a more complicated emotion, like showing off, looking forward, and eager to be recognized , and as if eager for the other party to see more things buried under the words, without any extra hesitation, Chen Xiyang handed this piece of paper asking Qingfeng to keep it secret to Lin Ji's direction.

Lin Ji got out of bed silently and walked over. After taking the paper, he didn't look at it immediately, but looked into Chen Xiyang's eyes without knowing why.

"I wrote it, take a look." Chen Xiyang said concisely.

Lin Ji seemed a little surprised, and immediately set his eyes on the paper. Those dark pupils covered all his emotions, but made Chen Xiyang have more expectations.

"This..." Lin Ji looked up at Chen Xiyang after reading it, "What is this?"

Lin Ji didn't say good or bad, but asked him what it was.

Chen Xiyang seemed to be poured over his head by a basin of cold water. He took out the paper silently, crumpled it up and threw it aside: "It's nothing, it's just for fun."

Squeezing past Lin Ji, lying on the bed, Chen Xiyang added: "Sleep, turn off the lights."

In the silence, Lin Ji seemed to have lost his soul. He stood there for a long time, and then Chen Xiyang, who closed his eyes, heard the sound of flip flops, followed by a crisp sound, and his eyelids stopped shining.

After hearing the news of Lin Ji lying down beside him, Chen Xiyang forcibly suppressed his irritability. Lin Ji's evaluation was insignificant, and besides, it was his first time writing something. Does it really matter whether it is good or bad?

Just when Chen Xiyang was trying his best to calm down, Lin Ji's hesitant voice sounded behind him: "Brother, are you angry?"

Chen Xiyang didn't answer, but this behavior seemed to be an answer.

After a pause, Lin Ji continued: "Brother, I, I haven't been to school much, so I don't understand."

Chen Xiyang clicked his tongue, wanted to turn around and say something, but felt that he was boring, and finally remained silent, which made Lin Ji shut up successfully.In the darkness, the two sides couldn't even hear each other's breathing.